"This is Bryan Johnson," Caesar said softly, unable to meet her eyes. "My nephew."
The moment Caesar said Bryan’s name, Cloe’s heart felt as though it had been hit by a thousand thunderbolts. Her chest tightened, and the air left her lungs as her past and present collided in the most devastating way possible. Bryan, the man she once loved, the man she had thought she’d left behind forever, was standing right in front of her.
She tried to keep her composure, but her mind spun. Could Bryan see through her new identity? Did he recognize her? And more importantly, how could she keep her past as Amara Clark hidden when her world had just been turned upside down?
Bryan, still reeling from Caesar’s words, stared at Cloe—his mind caught between disbelief and recognition. This woman couldn’t be
